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Turin
More angry than hurt, as Turin had been in a lot of battles with Orcs and the like...reached down to the wolf clamped to his arm and dug his thumb and middle finger into the eye sockets of the wolf. In obvious pain, the wolf only thought of letting go and moving backwards, and now was blind, as the mush on Turin's fingers had been its eyes. He saw the wounded wolf inching towards Roland and wanted to throw his sword at it, but his arm hurt and he did not expect to throw well. Then he had the wolf in front of him to deal with. The sharp cry of the one that had grabbed his arm had spooked the others long enough to delay the attack from the others, but they were over that shock now and were aiming to spring. Just as the one in front of him lunged for his throat, Turin had seen her tensing up for the jump and with timed precision, side-stepped it and punched her head in mid-air as she sailed passed him. He quickly grabbed his sword with his left hand and plunged it into her heart as she lay dazed upon the ground. He looked about for the next attack, expecting one to come from somewhere, if the attack was not already being made. In that case, he had left himself vulnerable from the rear.
OOC>>>Enough of my move. I cannot see everything from all angles at once, so I'll stop here to allow any wolves that see an opening to have their chance to move against me.
[ 05-27-2004, 01:15 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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